Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.